Oh it does, it does! How my skin glows and my eyes do shine. But enough of this. I have great news! This letter bades me, nay, summons me, to attend the court. It appears that my father was not the humble artisan I had been led to believe, but the King himself who had at it with my milkmaid mother when he came across her making hay in yon field! I am sister to the Prince Regent!
Oh happy day! I knew I was born to glory. I must rustle up a wardrobe and organise a skeleton staff to attend the maidens and cellar. ... Or shall we let them go now we are to move to glory?
For naturally I do hope my dear friends and companions will accompany me Londonwards.